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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required No! I Am Not Lying To You No! I am not lying to you. It seems Life’s turnings here and now contain Inauspicious shapes of endless goings and comings; It seems Life’s headwaters of the deep waxed well, the great steward river, of cold sinew and intractability is rushing backward through bloody tubes and rusty spires. It seems Life’s dead people have arisen, unbeknownst to the living, from astonished graves in gaping graveyards. No! I am not lying to you. There was a time indeed when a human person like me, could calmly sit across from a human person like you, and the both of us could pleasurably redeem the consuming time with eyeful silences and poised stares containing muted determinations; something like destiny showing up and knocking on the door, saying: “your pizza is here,” and you open the door wearing only stupid shades while reading with an ivory looking glass. No! I am not lying to you. There was a time when life was peacefully secure and placid, back when the pleased and complacent skies seemed bluer, safer than today’s chemical shroud impregnated by ejaculating jets, 35 thousand feet above the mad wasteland of spiritual coma; The pulling dying aimless road to wherever your body is traveling to, Is now a long coursing road paved with the fallow stones of fear. These bloody sunsets have a raspy roar heard only in the death pits, The final hors d'oeuvres served with croutons and screaming dramas; There is now no turning down the forgotten deserted side streets, hidden by shady oleander trees wearing bonnets of poisonous fire. No! I am not lying to you.
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